Well I guess I am progressing as an artist. I was overcome with a highly irrational urge last night to destroy this drawing I had made during the day at Stowe. I just started to hate it with a passion, the face seemed to me to so unappealing, almost mocking – perhaps even evil. So I ripped it up which means this photograph is all I have left of the work. I still feel uneasy when looking at it but some how a digital image doesn’t have the same power as an actual drawing. This alone tells a fascinating story in itself.

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